Welcome back, tiny listeners. It's Snoop here, London's finest dog detective, now working in a suburb known as Flugerville. And this is my junior detective, Sniffy.

Junior detective, I like the sound of that.

Me too, Sniffy. You make an old dog like me proud.

You're not that old Snoop. You can't be more than a decade older than me.

A decade? I'm not a decade older than you. How old you think I am exactly?

Ah, my first case. Let's see.

Is that a grey hair on your snout?

No. You know what? Case closed.

Oh, but I didn't figure out how old you...

What's that? Sounds like an an argument and an argument means a

possible case a real one let's go thank goodness we have this secret dog gate

that lets us run free unless my ears deceive me which never do, the argument is coming from that backyard there.

Ooh, the one with the mud bath right next to the sidewalk?

No, sniffy. Don't roll in the mud. We're on the job. We have to stay professional.

But it looks so muddy. Don't you think

I want to roll around in that mud just as much as you do? But we're dog detectives. We can't

just go rolling around in all the mud baths we come across. So muddy.

I didn't do it.

Well, I didn't do it.

So listen to you.

There, that definitely sounds like a case.

Come on, Sniffy.

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